Diary Entry 3:

It has been a long time since I have been let out of this storage. It is very hot in the lower levels of the ship. But the moaning isn’t as bad as when we were first captured. A visitor doesn’t come often except when its lunch or dinner. But the food is terrible. No taste, No color, And to make it worse. It was always the same. The smell of the storage seems to be getting worse to. The scent of salt water is always lingering inside of me now. Stamped into my memory.

  I could tell the captain when I saw him. There was a thing about his clothes that would stick out compared to the others. But the most obvious would be that the others would listen and do what he commands. Except one person who was always by his side. Though not saying a lot, he still had power over the others.

  But for a captain I think he should at least have some good food. Or give us some time outside; because I don’t know how long the other people will last but I’m not going so well myself. The air is unclean and makes my head hurt. The constant sound of the waves hitting the ship and the rocking motion would be enough to annoy anyone

  The rusty shelves and small spaces have already taken some to the limit. In the morning I sometimes see motionless bodies being carried away, and I haven’t seen them since. And I hate being forced to do stuff I don’t want to. And when it comes to a situation like this, I Absolutely Hate It. Nothings worse then being taken away from your family and cramped into some boat across the ocean.

I’ve been able to talk to some people that are cramped next to me. Shackled like me, but somewhat more optimistic. One of them is from the village close to ours and he was younger then I was. But I admired his optimism which seem to make me feel better.

  I have heard that we are getting closer to where we are suppose to stop. I hope we get there soon. Life in storage is horrible. I have had it with the smell, sights and the space. I want to leave!